The Purple House in Alice Springs is usually a wonderful crazy place. People from remote communities come in for dialysis, to do their washing, to cook a kangaroo tail on the fire, to see a podiatrist or a physiotherapist. There’s singing, dancing, guitar playing and lots of cooking. It’s like a big, joyful drop-in centre. This week it is eerily quiet, and a whole lot of work has gone into making it so. Our front door has a sign that says “Patients only, no visitors” and there’s hand sanitiser at the door. Everyone has quickly become obsessed with hand hygiene and I am working really hard not to reach out to hug or comfort people when they are upset.
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